Hell’s Consort

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Apollyon had chosen to ignore Cederic and Prince Aspen's warning. 

He proceeded to carry Luna like a princess, keeping her away from Prince Aspen and Cederic who had this irrevocable belief that an Archdemon might replace Luna.

Cederic had assumed it was Lilith because he had turned back into his adult form.

Apollyon was convinced that Lilith was dead because he and Cederic had seen her corpse in the basement, along with her virgin sacrifices, with their own eyes.

"Apollyon." Luna hiccupped, and her eyes were similar to water dams. "You wouldn't believe your military general over your wife, right?"

She wouldn't stop crying, and it made Apollyon's heart soften.

He fought the urge to be cold and judgemental when it came to a woman's emotions, especially his wife.

Luna's body must have contained so much pain during her time with the Archdemons that Apollyon's heart had reached out to her, wanting to offer unconditional love.

Cederic had called them out as he tried to stand to catch up to them, but he almost stumbled.

Forged iron might have a certain effect on vampires because it made Cederic's limbs heavy and his muscles weak.

Prince Aspen decided to aid him, placing Cederic's arm around his shoulders, allowing the general to lean on him so that he could stand upright.

Cederic wouldn't need Aspen's help at all if he could use his ability to teleport.

Apollyon had guessed that the forged iron might have also fucked that up even if his deep wound from the iron arrow had completely healed.

"You should have killed Cederic when you got the chance, husband." Luna pleaded in her crystal tears. "Why did you leave him to insult me at the Lilac Manor's courtyard garden?" 

Clenching her fists, Luna punched him repeatedly on the chest. "He tried to kill me, and you just landed one iron bolt at his back. Only one!"

"That was the last forged iron bolt from my quiver." Apollyon calmly replied. "Should I have searched for more iron bolts and hit him with it for your satisfaction?"

"You should pick a wooden arrow next time." As she covered her face, Luna continued to sob. "If you were a real husband, you should have killed him and that cousin of yours."

'If something is too good to be true, then that isn't true.' Prince Aspen's voice was a constant ring in his ears.

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Apollyon brought Luna back to her designated room in the Lilac Manor.

He knew that Luna had required his warmth and empathy.

He planned on providing that as her husband, but there was this strange feeling he couldn't explain.

 He settled her gently to the bed, giving Luna an intense stare because it appeared like she was acting out of character with all these overwhelming tears.

After fluffing the pillows, he murmured, "You can now lay your head down, wife." 

Apollyon placed an arm around her back to support her as she lay down, but the moment her head touched the pillow, Luna rose again and locked her hands around Apollyon's neck. "I have been asleep for years, husband."

She murmured huskily, pulling Apollyon to her bed, and he let her.

Clutching his wrist with her fingers, Luna leaned closer to kiss him on the lips.

He felt her tongue probe the seams of his lips, but he responded like a dead fish instead, not kissing back and initiating more contact.

As she started tearing the front of his tunic, Luna breathed into Apollyon's closed mouth. "I have no intention of sleeping tonight." 

Apollyon knew what his wife had implied about not sleeping, but honestly, Apollyon didn't feel like fucking, and he and Prince Aspen had stayed up all night to torture the captive.

He just wanted to rest for a while now that Luna was back.

Of course, Apollyon was glad that he wouldn't suffer from constant paranoia, but there was a part of him that didn't like to be in his wife's presence right now.

His intuition told him something, but he refused to acknowledge it because they were mere speculations without proof.

Cederic and Prince Aspen were successful at instilling doubt in his mind that he couldn't remove this niggling suspicion.

 When he finally had enough of Luna's attempted seduction, Apollyon grabbed both of her wrists away from tearing his clothes off and kept her hands to herself.

Frowning, Luna must have sensed his disinterest that her face was now flushed with annoyance.

Apollyon started to panic when Luna untied the strings of her corset frantically.

The bodice of her blue gown loosened. 

When he saw the ivory globes of her breasts, revealing her dark, rosy areolas, Apollyon swallowed hard.

He licked his lips as he watched them bounce with every little movement.

As Luna started to strip, Apollyon jumped out of bed to keep his distance.

Breathing hard, Apollyon averted his gaze away by staring at the wall, supressing his lust for a wife he wasn't sure of, "Why do you think Cederic had tried to kill you, Luna?" 

"I did nothing." Luna replied as Apollyon heard the rustle of her clothes when she removed them, "I just woke up from my long slumber, stared at my hands and my legs in excitement, then went straight to the mirror. I was glad that I was finally back in this Realm."

Why would Luna go straight to the mirror to see her reflection the moment she came back?

"I saw Cederic's reflection in the mirror and he had suddenly grown out of his boy clothes so of course, everything had been torn to pieces." Luna narrated in a low husky voice, "He tackled me from behind, naked, mind you, and we wrestled for each other for a minute. I kicked him in the nuts, and the bastard had punched me in the jaw, husband, but I couldn't prove it to you because I already healed from it."

Frowning, she finished, "I don't know why Cederic hated to see me."

Apollyon clenched his forearm briefly to get a hold of himself, "And, then what?"

 "He went unconscious."

Apollyon had caught her.

"What did you do to make him unconscious, Luna, when the Goddess Hecate had already taken her magic from you?"